I shook my head. I had no idea of what was going on. The doctor gave me instructions on what to do when Victor got up before leaving.
I went to the ward to keep Victor accompany. His eyes were closed tightly. There was no emotion on his angelic sculpture-like face, but there was something in it that drawn me in. As I was eyeing Victor’s face, the door of the ward was pushed open. I looked up and Rosemarie strode in.
She was wearing a white gauze skirt that made her legs look long and thin. I looked down at mine. Well, they’re decent. No less long and smooth than her.
She saw me sitting on the edge of the bed, stopped at the door while say condescendingly, “I’m here. You can go now.”
“Excuse me?” I inquired.
“You can go. I’ll be staying with Victor.”
My hand trembled violently. Hearing her affectionate address to my man brought my blood to boil.
“I'm not going anywhere. My husband is unconscious and if there's anything you need to discuss with him, you can wait until he wakes up. But if it's really urgent, you can tell me and I'll pass it on." I clenched my fists, trying my best to sound calm.
"Your husband? Who do you think you are?” She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Victor and I held a wedding. We have been married for three years. What’s wrong with me calling the man I marry ‘my husband’?”
Rosemarie shrieked, “Are you not getting a divorced?”
I looked at her more indifferently, “Divorced? What are you talking about? Why would I want to divorce my husband?”
Then I took out my marriage certificate and handed it to her. She took it and her eyes widened in disbelief. Victor was awake. I know because his voice started to fill my head.
“What is this ugly old hag doing here? I worked so hard to fix the plot deviation and finally the system sent her abroad. Why did she suddenly come back? There are only seven days left. What if I knock her out; will the system allow it?”
I was shocked. An ugly hag, plot deviation, seven days left, the doctor's words. It all made sense now. I had an idea about what was going on right now. But did something like this really exist?